What is a Story For? I am writing this article because I was listening to a famous reader telling a story by a very famous writer and I struggled to stick the fifteen-minute instalment, although it was the first and despite the fact that the title was fascinating, the cover image beguiling and the reader’s […]
The Colour of Leaves There are many styles of writing and just as many types of readers who have stylistic preferences. I can be argued that the most successful writers match the most common preferences and one of these I think of as ‘describing the colour of leaves’. It is the language of the Eighteenth
New Story Isn’t it funny? Before, when I was office manager for our family construction firm, I always had dozen things to do a day, now I think it’s a lot if I have seven a week! The tasks take longer to complete now though, in general, like finding a new story to write. I
Progress The concrete boys were back today and surprised me yet again. Instead of just laying storm-water drainage, they are resurfacing the road (lane) to a depth of five or six inches with reinforced concrete. Now that’s what I call progress since no more than five residents own cars. It just goes to support the
First Edition of Asian Shorts I am inordinately proud to announce that the first edition of ‘Asian Shorts’ will be available as from tomorrow, June 18th – Yay! On the negative side first, it is only 74.4% (see update below) of the length that I wanted it to be, but perhaps I was over-ambitious in
My Latest Story I have finished my latest story, except that the ending that worked the best for me was ‘happy but tearful’, let’s put it that way until you’ve read it. Then feel free to send me your opinion and we can discuss it. This, my latest story made me cry anyway, but not
The Final Chapter I am finally on the final chapter of that book I told you I was starting, which is why I haven’t posted for a long time. The story flowed easily from my subconscious, or wherever, to my finger tips and thence to my hard drive. I had predicted to myself that it
Why Men Have Nipples When I was a boy of about seven or eight years of age, before I became far too self-conscious to enquire about such things, I asked my mother what the nipples on my chest were for. She looked at me for a moment, switched the vacuum cleaner off and said,
